At 10 p.m., the sky still reveals a bright navy blue, and it is already early in the morning on the East Coast, and the Oscars are in a state of rest, but the party time on the West Coast has just begun. A short red carpet has been erected on Sunset Boulevard in front of the Sunset Tower Hotel www.biquge.info Pen "Fun" Pavilion, and the reporters and fans on both sides are only a lot more than the Oscars, especially considering that the lineup of guests attending the Oscar night is more extensive, richer, more party, and more ...... Gossip, which also made the Oscar night even more lively, and the party that had just kicked off at ten o'clock had already ushered in an endless stream of guests.

For different people, Oscar night has different meanings, it may be a first-tier actor who spent $30,000 to buy a step to the sky, it may be a ladder for a director who is at a low ebb in his career to find an investment object again, it may be a stage where the spring breeze is proud, and the actor enjoys cheers and envy, or it may be a sex/and lie box that forgets his troubles and completely revels......

For George Clooney, it was a lifesaver for him to turn the tide.

Losing the race for Best Supporting Actor also means that all the efforts of the past three months have been wasted, and the negative impact of the burglarium has inexorably infiltrated the whole of Hollywood, and in the position of "George or Lance", people still chose Lance after all, which is not only a victory or defeat, but also a moral trial - in other words, people now see him, and they are bound to crown him as a plagiarist, a thief, and a deceiver with colored glasses. Tonight's fiasco is just the most trivial event in the tragic life that follows. Because of the loss of the little golden man, there will always be next year, but after losing the reputation, reconstruction is not a simple addition, subtraction, multiplication and division.

George is a smart man, and he knows very well that one or two failures are nothing at all for an A-list actor, unless it is three serious fiascos in a row, which will have subversive consequences. In his current situation, it seems that the road ahead is ruined and lifeless, but he just needs to avoid the public eye, recuperate well, wait for the passage of time to dilute the memories, and then concentrate on the shooting of the next work, whether it is a new work of a die-hard friend like Steven Soderbergh, or he can re-create or buy a script to take charge of the director again, leave all the gossip behind, wait for the new work to come out, speak with the work, speak professionally, and at that time, only need to gently push the flames, This page of the plagiarism door can be opened after all.

Look at Angelina Jolie, look at Brad Pitt, it's all the same.

But George was unwilling, he was unwilling to lose to Lance, and he actually stepped into the footsteps of the group of fools in Diorama Pictures, and was actually slapped by Lance so hard that he couldn't turn over. So, even though he knew that it would be wise to miss Oscar night tonight, even though he knew that there would be a lot of cold eyes on Oscar night, and even though he knew that the effect of re-operating his network tonight was estimated to be limited, he still decided to attend the Oscar night party.

He couldn't bow his head, at least not in front of Lance.

Stepping out of the car, George buttoned up the suit, and he changed into a dark blue suit, which added a touch of tragedy to Xiao Xiao's night. As early as when the car stopped, the reporters' eyes were locked on the door, but when they noticed that the person who got out of the car was George, the reporters' steps were a little hesitant.

In the eyes of reporters, the rights and wrongs of plagiarism, the pull of the academy, and the attitude of the film company are not the most important, but gimmicks, interests, topics, and explosive points are the core focus of their attention. Therefore, they will not deliberately suppress George, nor will they deliberately pursue George—the same is true for Lance before, even if the West Coast forces are in opposition to the East Coast, they still do not miss the news of the report. The problem is, tonight's George ...... There weren't any noteworthy explosions, and they didn't even bother to fall in stone on George in front of the academy's jokes.

So, the reporters all stayed in place, looking at each other, as if they were struggling, whether to take pictures or not? Do you want an interview? Do you want to add fuel to the fire?

At this moment, another car stopped at the door of the hotel, including George, everyone brushed and diverted their eyes, and between the lights, I vaguely saw a sturdy and well-proportioned figure walking down, the straight backbone, slender legs, and broad shoulders were outlined by the halo, so that the sight couldn't help but stay for a while, a dark red suit embellished with navy blue, soot and black intertwined Scottish checks, but also the unique temperament full and soft set off, It's like an ink painting that has been blurred.

"Lance!"

Some reporters didn't hold back after all, blurted out and shouted, the lights slowly faded like a spring, revealing that familiar face, and then the reporters rushed forward, the roaring vibration was like a galloping horse, almost in the blink of an eye, more than a hundred reporters surrounded Lance three layers inside and three layers outside, even the fans who stayed on both sides of the red carpet couldn't suppress the excitement and excitement in their hearts, and the screams were endless.

On one side is surrounded by layers, and on the other side is a single figure; On one side is the surging and boiling, and on the other side is the cold wind.

George stood on the red carpet and turned his head to look over, only two paces away from him, the reporters kept jumping and crowding, trying to pass the microphone to Lance, "What do you think of the results of tonight's awards", "How do you feel now that you missed the Best Director award again"...... One problem after another, leaving no gaps at all, and pouring down the sea. But there wasn't even a single reporter around him.

Not a single one, ironic, isn't it?

"I'm sorry." The two reporters tried to squeeze into the crowd, but failed, couldn't help but take two steps back, accidentally stepped on George's leather shoes, turned his head and apologized casually, George took half a step back, but the second reporter stumbled back again, causing his center of gravity to be unstable and almost fall, finally standing firm, raising his head, only to see the two reporters turn their heads again and block Lance, not taking him in their eyes at all.

George didn't even have the strength to be angry, and the shame shattered the last shred of his pride.

Someone once said that what is the most terrible thing in Hollywood, is that it is riddled with negative news? Or is it a series of fiascos in the new work? Or maybe you hit a wall in the interview? Otherwise, it is the verbal and written criticism of the news media? Actually, no, people who really roll in Hollywood know that the most terrible thing is "no one cares", just like an old woman who died at home, no one around except the cat found it, until a few months later, the neighbor smelled the smell of rot, and the police/detective came to the news, only to find that the old woman's cheeks had been gnawed off by the cat.

Whether it's positive or negative, praise or name-calling, it's an integral part of the entertainment industry, and it's the end of the world if it's completely ignored, ignored, and excluded, like a tourist passing through Hollywood.

At this moment, George is like a tourist who has come to watch the Oscar night. Looking down at his crisp suit, George's heart was like ashes, and he walked forward with frivolous steps, like a walking corpse, without sound, without cursing, without even attention, like a wisp of ghost, George's figure was swallowed up by the bright red of the carpet under his feet.

Hollywood is such a vanity fair that eats people and does not spit out bones.

Lance didn't have time to notice George's figure, he didn't have time to notice the surrounding situation at all, he was quickly surrounded by the crowd of reporters boiling in front of him, and as far as the eye could see, except for the microphone was a human head, he couldn't even see where the gate of the Sunset Tower Hotel was, which made Lance have a ridiculous sense of joy.

"Hey, hey!" Lance had to shout, "If you don't want me to answer questions, I'm leaving." This is not a joke, Lance really squeezed forward, and the questions of the peripheral reporters were still lively, but the reporters around them gradually began to quiet down, but they still followed Lance's footsteps unrelentingly, and they were determined not to let go of this focus easily.

Lance moved for a long time, he almost thought he had arrived at the stairs at the entrance of the Sunset Tower Hotel, but when he looked up, he was still spinning in place, which made him stop helplessly, "Two questions, only two questions." This time his voice could finally be heard, "I'm going to go in and show it off, so you better not waste my time." That serious ridicule made the reporters laugh.

"After tonight, you become the first person in history to win the Actor and Screenplay awards at the same Oscars, what do you think?" At this moment, a reporter immediately raised his voice to ask a question.

Lance pursed the corners of his lips, "I don't know, there is still such a record." It seems that I should go back and go through my journal and make sure I write this down. The nonchalant words, but with the sharpness of playful mockery, made the reporters laugh again.

"What about Charlize Theron? Why didn't she arrive at the party with you? "The second question is seamless.

"Mr. Stuart Townsend will answer this question when he arrives on the scene." Lance spoke up, answering the question in such a wonderful way, and then he took another step, but the reporters obviously didn't want to miss it, and still followed the pace, "What do you think about the best director", "What do you miss out on the best picture", "Do you have any regrets tonight"...... One question after another, leaving no breathing room at all.

"Okay, two questions." Lance shook his head, refused to answer any other questions, and forced his way out of the crowd, and finally reached the steps, where the waiter had politely opened the door of the hotel, and Lance walked in without looking back, and the figure quickly disappeared into the closed door, leaving only the reporters standing in place with their faces full of sorrow, complaining unwillingly. (To be continued.) )